Drunk, but I'll recount the story as I remember it.
I was living in Nottingham at the university, and my friend and I made friends with some girls after a Fat White Family show. They were both really rad girls, down to go to gigs and piss around with us etc. One of them I really fancied, the other one was really cool, but not really a looker. One night we went to some shit gig at a venue called the fruitmarket or something, it was a really pretentious place near Sneinton markets, anyway I had a load of Tennents Super (10% beer), and me, my pal, and these two girls all got horrendously wasted at the gig. Then we wandered around Nottingham for quite a long time, went to some bar where you could only buy Red Stripe in bottles (they were 2 quid each so I didn't really mind) and got progressively more pissed as the night went on. At some point I decided to make out with one of the girls on a dance floor in a club, and it happened to be the one I didn't fancy.
I don't really remember the journey from the club to the bedroom, but I remember shagging this girl in the pitch dark while Connan Mockasin played, and in my mind I was shagging the girl I fancied, but when I woke up I realised that I was stark naked in some strange room near the girl I really didn't fancy. I got dressed as soon as I could, vomited bile in her sink, and promptly left the house. Then as I was walking down the street I realised I was still slightly pissed, was miles from where I lived, and had no clue to get back. So I had to walk back to her house, knock on her door and ask how the fuck I could get back to Nottingham Uni.
Actually hung out with both girls several times after that, they were cool. Not that bad of a story, but that day afterwards was one of the worst hangovers I've ever had, and the night's events really made it worse.
To this day I cannot listen to Connan Mockasin.